honest to god i can see chirrut and baze like. sitting down places together, somewhere less populated in jedha, just to eat food or drink water or talk and its like they have a nice date that neither of them call a date until chirrut goes “well i guess you could really call this a BLIND date huh baze” and baze malbus takes a minute to just think about this man, chirrut imwe, next to him. a good long hard minute.
Summary: Stark continues looking at Peter. Peter considers the fact that the world is probably going to end within the next few days, and they, collectively, are supposed to be stopping it.
“Uh,” says Peter, waving his fingers a little bit. “It makes you feel really cool. You should try it.”
“We’re not painting our nails to match,” deadpans Stark.
“Well, sure,” says Peter. “But don’t come crawling back to me when you can’t defeat Thanos ‘cause you didn’t wanna harness the power of friendship.”
so this fic came into being for two reasons and two reasons alone. (1) this pure and healing artwork, which is absolutely precious and (2) that one post that’s like – Gamora: “You All Are Not” // Peter: “Y’AIN’T”. i wrote 10k words of fic about nail polish and the power of friendship in space. what a time to be alive. it’s set roughly … a year-ish? after the second movie? and beyond that, etc. peter and gamora have embraced their existence as “married in space”, is what im saying. title’s from the song with the same name OBVIOUSLY, i sincerely hope i’ve done these characters justice bc ive never written for them before, spoilers for vol.2 obviously, and, finally, important to note: I know absolutely nothing about the comics outside of what my little brother has told me in detail, so the line about Everyone Literally Dying is supposed to be a vague plot point reference to the original infinity war comics, wherein according to my brother, everyone literally straight up dies but then the universe is reset and they get up and are totes fine, no big thang. or something. hell if i know. just … ignore it if it’s confusing u, bc it’s confusing me too, i just needed some semblance of plot. enjoy!“You guys … painted your nails to
There’s about three things Peter’s come
to know about Tony Stark in the brief period they’ve been acquainted.
One: he appreciates some bangin’ tunes,
which Peter has maintained since he was a skinny kid trying to make friends
amongst human-eating space pirates is an immediate and automatic reason to
respect a man;
Two: he’s kind of secretly scared
shitless of Nebula. Peter understands this. Everyone’s kind of secretly
scared shitless of Neblua, except for maybe Gamora, of whom many people are
also scared shitless (hell yeah, thinks Peter; his wife is so much
cooler than him);
Three: the guy’s an asshole, but that’s
mostly just how he deals with stuff, which means that he’s an
asshole-but-not-really-an-asshole, or at least, the sort of asshole who can be
tolerated and even liked. Peter, personally, can relate to this more than most.
But, seriously? He’s hating on the team
“Uh, yeah,” says Peter. “You
guys don’t have that?”
Monsta X Reacting to you shamelessly flaunting your daddy kink
You’re dating a member of Monsta X. Currently, the whole group is hanging out in the living room of their dorm chatting. You come over and flop yourself on top of their lap, saying “Daddy I’m bored. Play with me.”
Shownu: He’d be slightly embaressed, this being the first time you referred to him like that in front of his members. Jagi, not here. Not now
Wonho: He would turn to you, angry that you interrupted. Prince/Princess, I understand that you want attention but if you interrupt daddy and his friend’s again, you’re going over my knee. Understood?
Minhyuk: He’d be freaking about a little bit. Umm uh y/n are you feeling ill? It’s me. Your boyfriend. Minhyuk. Not your father. Awkward laughter.
Kihyun: He would have absolutely no shame Aww is someone a little needy? Just give daddy a few more minutes with his members and then we’ll play, okay?
Hyungwon: He’d huff in slight irritation and sit you up on his lap, but otherwise ignore you. I’m sorry about them Shownu hyung. Please. Continue. Your little butt was in trouble
Jooheon: *instant daddy mode* Now, prince/princess, use your manners. You don’t just interrupt people like that. Now that you’ve said sorry, what does my little one need?
I.M.: He’d look between you and his members for a minute before giving his members a smug look, scooping you off and carrying you towards the bedroom. Bye guys, we’ll talk more later.
ten/rose. quite adult this ch. my notes on ao3 are super rambly and emotional, so i will not repeat them here! in short: i worked /really/ hard on this chapter, and i’m scared as hell to post it. thanks to @goingtothetardis and @aroseofstone for the betas. summary: as the doctor and rose traverse time and space looking for adventure, they slowly fall victim to a mysterious energy that can manipulate their emotions. though confused and unnerved by the cerebral affliction, neither of them understands its cause, or realizes that it could jeopardize their friendship. what will it take for them to discover the truth? this chapter on ao3 | back to chapter 1 on ao3
Writing prompt, number 15. Do it. Murder my ass with angst. <3
Sjuul I can’t believe you sent me the exact prompt I was waiting for. Anyway, you asked for this. Angst with happy ending, I hope it’s okay that I slipped some Silverflintmadi into it. If not, I’m sorry? I hope you like this anyway? This is set roughly after the battle in 4x03. Also it’s late and I proofread only once there may be some mistakes im sorry
from the rifles was just dying down when Silver heard a blood-curling scream.
He whipped around to find Madi and Dooley hunched over a too familiar body. His
breath caught in his throat as he hurriedly made his way to where they were
lying Flint down, already pressing some cloth to the bullet wound in his side.
“No no no
no” Silver murmured, casting the crutch aside as he fell to his knees, everyone
else stepping back to allow him closer to the captain. Silver took over Dooley’s
hands in pressing the cloth to Flint’s side, trying not to pay too much
attention at how much blood he’d already lost.